I wrote it today, because the sky is full of rumors that he is leaving.
Or go to Anfield, or go to Frankie ... Anyway, he-Julio Cruz, is leaving Mei Acha.
Julio ricardo cruz was born in 1974 10/0/0 month 10, with a height of1.90m and a weight of 78kg. He made 12 appearances for the national team and scored 2 goals. Originally playing for Feyenoord, the Netherlands, he scored 50 goals in three appearances for the club 103, and won the Ligue 1 championship in 1996/97, the Dutch Super Cup champion in 1998/99, and the Dutch Super Cup champion in 1999/00. On July 1 day, 2000, the Italian Bologna team bought the prolific striker from Feyenoord for 430 million lira ...
Pavel Cruz put down the newspaper: Julio, you know Italian football is not easy for a striker like you.
Julio smiled: Dad, I know, but I will try my best to do it well.
Pavel took a long breath: As long as you work hard, I believe you can stand at the top in a few years and even take us to the World Cup.
Julio suddenly fell silent. This is a habitual silence.
For a long time, he looked up and said, Dad, thank you for your encouragement. But I know who I am, and I won't expect it. You know, there are batistuta and Crespo in the national team and Del Piero and Vieri in the league. I can't surpass them I just want to be myself.
A pilgrimage-like expression suddenly appeared on his face: but I know that I went to a big scene.
There is a big scene waiting for me there. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
Bologna, Lei Natuo-Dallara Stadium.
Julio blocked a teammate's long pass on his chest and leaned back against Zauli.
Zauli pulled his jersey so hard that he almost fell down. But he staggered a step to the left and soon caught up with it, leaving Atlanta behind in a few steps.
Face the goalkeeper!
The tabby cat growled and jumped up-it is a well-known secret that it is not good at attacking. But the big man in Argentina is alone-Julio looks up at the Italian goalkeeper opposite, and his calm is out of control, like an eagle with broken wings. Under the ribs, left, right and overhead … Julio has at least six ways to shoot through him, which is really just a performance for him.
But he pushed the ball to the left.
Signori arrived by flattery and pushed the ball into the empty net. Turn around and shout, take off your clothes and run.
Julio, are you crazy? You could have scored that goal yourself! The economic man became hysterical.
Julio smiled faintly. Isn't it all the same who gets in? You know he is reaching the goal of 200 goals, and he needs that goal more.
You don't know! You don't know! The agent jumped up. If you score that goal, you will be the top scorer in Bologna this season, and your annual salary will be increased by half next season!
I understand your idea, but money is not important to me. Julio has bright eyes.
You are a professional player, understand? Professional! No money. What do you want? The agent's face turned red.
Julio suddenly fell silent. This is a habitual silence.
For a long time, a pilgrim expression suddenly appeared on his face: I want a big scene.
There is a big scene waiting for me. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
The city of Bologna.
"Look, look, that's Signori!" The girl's screams resounded through the whole shopping mall.
People around you immediately gathered around, some with notebooks and some with cameras. Soon, Signoli, who was shopping in casual clothes, was surrounded by people.
Julio stood beside him.
The crowd crowded around signori and Julio was pushed aside. As if he doesn't exist, as if he doesn't exist.
Signori sighed, picked up a pen and took another photo. The gap between them also looked up and gave Julio a wry smile, expressing helplessness. Julio smiled and responded.
Signori is a big shot, which he knew before he came to this city. Compared with him, he is just an ordinary person, which he knew when he first played football. He doesn't care about these things, and even takes pride in his ordinary.
He was habitually silent, and a pilgrim expression suddenly appeared on his face. I'm not here to sign autographs and take photos with people. I'm here to shoot a big scene.
There is a big scene waiting for me. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
West Dallara Stadium.
Bologna fans have already started to leave. What belongs to them in the stands is the Inter Milan team song.
Inter Milan lead 2-0. The game has reached 70 minutes. The last time Bologna defeated the Nerazzurri in this stadium was 37 years ago.
The result is doomed.
Nervaux and Locarteri have stopped running, and everyone is waiting for the end of time, including the referee.
Julio suddenly took the ball, passed one person, passed two people and scored with anger.
No applause, just a comfort ball. Toldo even smiled. This Argentine is really interesting.
Julio has the ball again. Toldo was angry and rushed up. Punishment. Red card.
Signori fouled the ball. The stadium is boiling-is this a dream? It's not true!
Everything has just begun! Julio waved his arms and the stadium in Dallara cheered. Nervaux started to break through, Locarteri started to dribble, and everything recovered. This is their performance time!
Free kick. Julio Aker. Upper right corner.
There was an earth-shattering roar on the stadium. Overtake, overtake! Miracle! Miracle!
Corner kick, Julio jumps. 4 to 2! Julio ran to the sidelines, kneeling on one leg, bowing and pulling an arrow. Every time he scores a goal, it is his Julio action and Julio moment!
The fans all stood up and shouted, "Paza Julio!" ""Paz Julio! "
"We lost to Cruise alone." Zanettir said with a straight face, "We ignored him, so God punished us."
The streets of Bologna are talking about this reversal, the big reversal of this small team.
Tuttosport said, "A nobody, a big surprise!"
Big upset? Julio was silent. I don't want a big upset, I want a big scene.
There is a big scene waiting for me. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
5. Why did you reject Inter Milan?
Julio smiled and took Moratti's No.9 jersey. The kind chairman brought him to Milan. Yes, there he is, Mei Acha!
The press conference seemed deserted-No.24 Durini Avenue. In the years after Moratti took office, there were hundreds of such receptions. Julio, the protagonist of this cocktail party, has only $7 million, less than half of vieri's leg.
What's more, the price of his arrival is Crespo's departure!
"I want to hang the managers of the club one by one!" Bobo stood in front of his friend Crespo's wardrobe, looking at the new big man and gnashing his teeth.
"cruise." Cooper said with a straight face, "Chairman brought you here and took Hernan away. I can't help it But I think there is something I have to tell you. For me, you are just a standing player, which may or may not be valuable. "
Julio suddenly fell silent. This is a habitual silence.
For a long time, he looked up. "Mr Coach, I understand you. You are responsible for Inter Milan, not Julio. "
I'm not here to replace anyone. Julio thought silently, I came for a big scene.
There is a big scene waiting for me. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
Liumeiacha Stadium.
Bobo takes the ball, turns around and shoots. Destroy it.
There was a sigh in the stands.
Cooper angrily dropped half a cigarette in his hand: "Cruise, warm up!" " "
Julio quickly stood up and started off-court activities. Your eyes are strange!
Here's your chance! He trained hard, he waited endlessly, and the opportunity finally came!
Kelly crosses. Bobo scores with a header!
Inter Milan leads, Cooper's Inter Milan leads. Everything will be easy.
Cooper lit a cigarette silently. "Cruise, you sit down. Wait a minute. "
He was silent. This is a habitual silence. Eyes quickly dimmed. Caron came over and patted Julio: You'll get used to it. Maybe you shouldn't come. I won't regret it when I come. Julio, sit down. When he stood up, he was like a volcano. When he sat down, he was completely calm.
There is a big scene waiting for me. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
Seven zaccheroni is here! Cooper's gone
Julio "Zach hesitated." I'll let you play. But the time depends on your performance. I swear, if you behave well, I will give you enough rewards! "
Julio's eyes were full of strong fighting spirit. "I'll show you! Mr coach "
Against Bologna, header! Yeah, Palma, turn around and volley! For Lazio, grab the target! ……
Bow and arrow again and again! Julio moments again and again! Mei Acha stood up and cheered! Yes, that's him, that's the crazy Julio!
Nine consecutive victories! Julio's nine-game winning streak! How to do it is better! Nothing is called success!
Bobo recovered from the injury.
On the bench, he began to complain, refused to be interviewed, spit, and changed billboards; When his son was depressed, Moratti began to shuttle frequently in the locker room; The dressing room is getting messy.
Who knows what happened? Didn't you win? What will happen?
Julio was silent. This is a habitual silence.
Bobo will always be Bobo and Julio will always be Julio.
Just as the thigh is always the thigh, the arm is always the arm.
"Julio, your performance is really wonderful. I really don't want to break my word. " Zach frowned. He is much older these days. This place is too complicated. "But you know, the chairman has been looking for me several times ..."
"Mr. Coach, I know everything!" Julio said flatly, "I promise you. Julio will never do a' problem' even if he doesn't have a chance to do a' phenomenon' again! "
Why don't you let Maldini listen to this sentence a thousand times, and then ask him in front of Stam, now, tell me what chivalry is!
Julio sat on the bench again.
It's just that the fans in Mei Acha hold the sign "Julio is back" in every game ... Vieri endured the booing. Frankly speaking, I envy you. Caron sighed. I have been here longer than you and scored as many goals as you. But people here never boo him for me.
Julio smiled. I'm not here to make people pee. I'm here to shoot a big scene.
There is a big scene waiting for me. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
Julio, you and I are not on the list this week. Caron complained endlessly. Come on, let's go out and play.
I'm not going. Julio said flatly. I understand your kindness, but there is training tomorrow.
Training? What's the use of your hard training? Caron jumped up, you know? Even if you train 24 hours a day, we will all be kicked out next year!
Cruise suddenly fell silent. This is a habitual silence.
It's one thing to play last time, but it's another to practice or not.
There is a big scene waiting for me. Yes, I know. I knew it when I first started playing football.
8. June 5438+065438+1October 30th, 2003. Alpi.
Julio Zack suddenly sat up from the stool. I have nothing to say, but I want you to fight for me and yourself like a man!
Julio suddenly fell silent.
Let all grievances, bitterness and pain be pulled over. It's time to fight!
Julio is on again. Yes, he played. Facing Juventus, facing hundreds of millions of world fans.
Blue and white, joy and anger, king and coach, standing and lying, new hatred and old hatred, flowers and rotten eggs ... everything will end at this moment and everything will be decided at this moment!
This is not a game, this is history!
Yes, this is the Italian derby!
Free kick.
Julio stepped back silently, turned around and drew a cross.
Run and touch the ball. Arc. Perfect arc. Buffon, get on your knees! This is a goal!
The backward zebra people are crazy!
Juventus' offensive is getting higher and higher. Camoranesi, Nedved, Piero, Trezeguet ... those world-famous names, those waves of hatred!
Zach rubbed his hands anxiously on the sidelines and Lippi found himself unable to sit still.
There is no clear lineup on the field, people are red-eyed, only collision, only strength-that's not a game at all, it's a duel, hand-to-hand combat, a real fight!
Here comes the ball. Julio started running. Someone pulled his sweatshirt. Many legs stood in front of him.
He saw the ball. Buffon's fist is coming. Legrottaglie's arm is in sight. He stretched out his leg. He vaguely touched the ball. He was hit on the head with his fist. He fell, his face covered with sweat and mud.
He dare not look up. He is afraid of failure. That is all his energy. This is a fatal blow to him. He's really scared!
The audience stopped at that moment, and people all over the world shut up at that moment.
Until the blue and black people in the north stand made an earth-shattering roar! This is a goal! This is a goal! Two to zero!
Julio only comes once in his life. Yes, he scored over 130 goals. Only that time, he didn't kneel on one leg, nor did he use a bow and arrow.
His expression is dull. His eyes are blank. His brain went blank.
He ran to the sidelines and looked at his fans. Just watching, tears fell from his eyes.
Who knows what he paid? Who knows his grievance? Who knows his waiting? Who knows his dream?
The audience echoed with a unified voice, "Pazahurio!" "Pazahurio!" , mixed with men's roar, women's screams.
It was his Julio moment. Julio always carries no bow and arrow!
This is the Julio moment that every man who plays football dreams of!
Alto Betsy, a famous journalist of Tuttosport, once told people endlessly after a long time: "That was the most enviable moment in my life. You know, in Alpi that day, there were more than 900 journalists who wanted to interview Julio, but only I could be with him. But this is also the most dereliction of duty in my journalist career. I completely forgot about the interview. I was stunned. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? The 5-foot-9-inch big man, with tears streaming down his face, couldn't say a word. He just intermittently said' I have achieved something in my life' and' I have no regrets' ... and he said another word at least ten times. That word is' big scene'. "
postscript
The Nirvana Sutra says that when a person leaves, he must always repent, repent of his sins and repent of his deeds.
Only when everyone repents can he be forgiven by God and the Lord.
But I always believe that Julio will leave Mei Acha with a relaxed smile and a free pace.
His days in Inter Milan are worthy of himself, the sky and no regrets!
Because he made his big scene, the big scene he dreamed of!
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The touching story of Inter Milan
In the early 1990s, a Milan sports reporter and a loyal fan of Inter Milan sent a bill for 1 Wan Li (about 40 yuan RMB) to Moratti, the son of billionaire oil tycoon, with a note: "Dear Moratti, this is an Inter Milan that is close to collapse, because we have not won anything. To this end, I donate this money to you to show my strength. I hope you can buy this beloved Inter Milan. " A few days later, our reporter received a heavy envelope and opened it. There was a gold coin and a note: "Dear friend, thank you for your good wishes. Now you can see that giving money to Moratti is always a good investment. "
Today, Moratti still remembers this story: "I spent a lot of money on that conversation, and now it has tens of billions of lira." I wanted to stay out of the ring and stay away from the noise, because no one in my family agreed to take over Inter Milan. Almost everyone said to me,' Don't do that, you are too tired, and you will suffer.' But I did it anyway. I think this is also a purpose of wealth: to buy love. "
In fact, at that time, contrary to the Moratti family, everyone outside believed that only Moratti had the wealth, fame and even a little pedigree to make Inter Milan brilliant again. But no one expected that seven years after the epiphany of 1998. People who love Inter Milan have also been infected by Moratti's hesitant personality and suffered silently in sadness. "This is our characteristic. When my father is around, no matter how important things to do, he will take us to the stadium for 90 minutes on Sunday. Dad often tells us that everything in life is borrowed and we are used to suffering.